Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Blackened Rose ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Rai Dorian 
Hitomi and Folken find a "release."
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.13.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
Hitomi and Folken find a "release."
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.13.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
Warning: Major smut. Don't like? Don't read.
Disclaimer: Escaflowne belongs to Bandai, Sunrise, and various other companies; not me. I will not make a profit from writing this story.
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BLACKENED ROSE
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Folken stood alone in the castle gardens, the only survivor of the fallen fortress, like some tortured Greek tragic hero. He held a single blackened rose in the clutches of his steel fingers, gradually severing the stem until the blossom fell to the ground. It lay there, unmoving in the breeze, and he crushed it with one deliberate footstep.
A single tear trailed from Hitomi's eye as she beheld this fallen warrior. So tall and strong, but utterly broken. He was like an empty shell with nothing left inside to live for.
Hitomi wanted to fill that hollowness. And she did so in the only way she knew, walking forward to where he stood and clasping her hand in his.
"Why are you here?" he asked, distrust evident in his deep voice.
Hitomi didn't respond. Instead, she looked into his eyes and saw the sorrow welled up behind them. She couldn't stand it anymore. "Tell me what I can do to give you happiness. Even if it's only temporary," she murmured.
"There is nothing. Nothing at all." Folken looked down at the ground, wondering why she took the trouble to pity him. That's all it could be, he thought. Pity. I've become an object to feel sorry for.
Hitomi was called a seer for a reason. "Folken," she whispered, "I don't pity you at all. You've done terrible things and you're paying the price for them now. But I think we both need a release."
He smirked. "What kind of release did you have in mind?"
"I don't know. Talk to me. Tell me what's kept you from the edge. There has to be something."
Folken tried to gauge the honesty in her eyes. It was unfathomable. Just how many secrets was this girl from the Mystic Moon hiding? And how did she seem to read his thoughts? "I think we'd better continue this discussion indoors. It's getting late. We'll go to the study near the library."
"All right," said Hitomi.
He turned abruptly and began walking back to the castle, as if he didn't expect her to follow. But she did, taking lots of little running steps to catch up with his long stride. They walked through the halls of Millerna's castle, not quite together, until they ended up in the study. Folken took a seat by the fireplace and Hitomi sat across from him.
"What's kept me from the edge?" he asked, as if their discussion had never been interrupted. "The knowledge that I have to pay for my sins. In helping Van, I will reconcile myself with my past, and then I will die. It's fate. Simple as that."
"You really believe that?"
Folken looked at her strangely. "Yes, I do."
"Your world must be desolate," said Hitomi. "I have an idea, but I don't think you'll like it at first."
The fireplace crackled and footsteps were heard from the upper floors. Folken didn't speak. He stared at her, trying to scare her off. This tactic didn't work, either. She was unreadable and uncontrollable, but something about her put him at ease.
Hitomi rose from her seat and stood before him. Folken noticed how short her skirt was and her long, elegant legs, and immediately chastised himself for doing so. She was only a girl... a sixteen year old girl. He had to remember that and be gentle with her.
She leaned in and paused. Folken had an inkling of what was about to happen and backed away. She was too quick, and her lips collided with his own in a soft impact. The effect on him was immediate. He felt his senses awakening and an ache in his core that needed to be released.
He grasped her arms roughly and pushed her away. "This isn't what you want to do," he hissed, already trembling.
"It is what I want to do," Hitomi said. "I've wanted to do it since I first saw you."
Folken smiled sardonically. "Once you push me to a certain point there's no turning back."
"I know that. I'm ready."
"You're just a child, and I'm a murderer. Surely you can find someone more worthy of your time."
Hitomi took his natural hand and kissed it softly. "There is no one more worthy than you."
The fire was reduced to embers now, and the room grew colder by the minute. Folken felt the warmth of her lips and decided, right then and there, to take advantage of the situation.
"Since you asked for it," he murmured. "you'll get it, little girl."
Folken pulled her down until she sat straddling his legs. Her skirt was pushed up slightly and he could almost see what lay beneath.
"Last chance," he whispered in her ear.
She said nothing.
He brushed a strand of hair from her countenance and kissed her forcefully. She opened up to him and his tongue slid in. Folken reveled in the distorted satisfaction of marring something so pure and perfect. She would be marked as his forever, whether she knew it or not. The first time was always remembered.
Hitomi moaned and laced her arms around him, pulling him closer. His cloak lay forgotten on the floor, and soon he took off her blouse and skirt. Her chest was covered by a Mystic Moon undergarment which he promptly removed. Her pale breasts were revealed, small and taut. He stroked one, then the other, watching in grim satisfaction as she arched her back and her nipples became hard little pebbles.
Hitomi felt his erection pushing into her thigh through the coarse fabric of his clothing. She clawed at his robe and eventually removed it. There was Folken in all his naked glory, pale defined chest leading down to a flat stomach and narrow hips.
"Are you sure?" he shuddered.
Hitomi nodded and positioned herself in the right place. Folken thrust into her until they both reached the throes of passion and he filled her vessel. His lips crushed to hers, he let her stay on top and feel in control. The waves of pleasure coursing through both of them belied speech.
Instead, both lay gasping for breath. Finally, he struggled to find words. "Are you... satisfied?" he asked with a small grin.
"Very," she panted.
"Good."
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Disclaimer: Escaflowne belongs to Bandai, Sunrise, and various other companies; not me. I will not make a profit from writing this story.
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BLACKENED ROSE
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Folken stood alone in the castle gardens, the only survivor of the fallen fortress, like some tortured Greek tragic hero. He held a single blackened rose in the clutches of his steel fingers, gradually severing the stem until the blossom fell to the ground. It lay there, unmoving in the breeze, and he crushed it with one deliberate footstep.
A single tear trailed from Hitomi's eye as she beheld this fallen warrior. So tall and strong, but utterly broken. He was like an empty shell with nothing left inside to live for.
Hitomi wanted to fill that hollowness. And she did so in the only way she knew, walking forward to where he stood and clasping her hand in his.
"Why are you here?" he asked, distrust evident in his deep voice.
Hitomi didn't respond. Instead, she looked into his eyes and saw the sorrow welled up behind them. She couldn't stand it anymore. "Tell me what I can do to give you happiness. Even if it's only temporary," she murmured.
"There is nothing. Nothing at all." Folken looked down at the ground, wondering why she took the trouble to pity him. That's all it could be, he thought. Pity. I've become an object to feel sorry for.
Hitomi was called a seer for a reason. "Folken," she whispered, "I don't pity you at all. You've done terrible things and you're paying the price for them now. But I think we both need a release."
He smirked. "What kind of release did you have in mind?"
"I don't know. Talk to me. Tell me what's kept you from the edge. There has to be something."
Folken tried to gauge the honesty in her eyes. It was unfathomable. Just how many secrets was this girl from the Mystic Moon hiding? And how did she seem to read his thoughts? "I think we'd better continue this discussion indoors. It's getting late. We'll go to the study near the library."
"All right," said Hitomi.
He turned abruptly and began walking back to the castle, as if he didn't expect her to follow. But she did, taking lots of little running steps to catch up with his long stride. They walked through the halls of Millerna's castle, not quite together, until they ended up in the study. Folken took a seat by the fireplace and Hitomi sat across from him.
"What's kept me from the edge?" he asked, as if their discussion had never been interrupted. "The knowledge that I have to pay for my sins. In helping Van, I will reconcile myself with my past, and then I will die. It's fate. Simple as that."
"You really believe that?"
Folken looked at her strangely. "Yes, I do."
"Your world must be desolate," said Hitomi. "I have an idea, but I don't think you'll like it at first."
The fireplace crackled and footsteps were heard from the upper floors. Folken didn't speak. He stared at her, trying to scare her off. This tactic didn't work, either. She was unreadable and uncontrollable, but something about her put him at ease.
Hitomi rose from her seat and stood before him. Folken noticed how short her skirt was and her long, elegant legs, and immediately chastised himself for doing so. She was only a girl... a sixteen year old girl. He had to remember that and be gentle with her.
She leaned in and paused. Folken had an inkling of what was about to happen and backed away. She was too quick, and her lips collided with his own in a soft impact. The effect on him was immediate. He felt his senses awakening and an ache in his core that needed to be released.
He grasped her arms roughly and pushed her away. "This isn't what you want to do," he hissed, already trembling.
"It is what I want to do," Hitomi said. "I've wanted to do it since I first saw you."
Folken smiled sardonically. "Once you push me to a certain point there's no turning back."
"I know that. I'm ready."
"You're just a child, and I'm a murderer. Surely you can find someone more worthy of your time."
Hitomi took his natural hand and kissed it softly. "There is no one more worthy than you."
The fire was reduced to embers now, and the room grew colder by the minute. Folken felt the warmth of her lips and decided, right then and there, to take advantage of the situation.
"Since you asked for it," he murmured. "you'll get it, little girl."
Folken pulled her down until she sat straddling his legs. Her skirt was pushed up slightly and he could almost see what lay beneath.
"Last chance," he whispered in her ear.
She said nothing.
He brushed a strand of hair from her countenance and kissed her forcefully. She opened up to him and his tongue slid in. Folken reveled in the distorted satisfaction of marring something so pure and perfect. She would be marked as his forever, whether she knew it or not. The first time was always remembered.
Hitomi moaned and laced her arms around him, pulling him closer. His cloak lay forgotten on the floor, and soon he took off her blouse and skirt. Her chest was covered by a Mystic Moon undergarment which he promptly removed. Her pale breasts were revealed, small and taut. He stroked one, then the other, watching in grim satisfaction as she arched her back and her nipples became hard little pebbles.
Hitomi felt his erection pushing into her thigh through the coarse fabric of his clothing. She clawed at his robe and eventually removed it. There was Folken in all his naked glory, pale defined chest leading down to a flat stomach and narrow hips.
"Are you sure?" he shuddered.
Hitomi nodded and positioned herself in the right place. Folken thrust into her until they both reached the throes of passion and he filled her vessel. His lips crushed to hers, he let her stay on top and feel in control. The waves of pleasure coursing through both of them belied speech.
Instead, both lay gasping for breath. Finally, he struggled to find words. "Are you... satisfied?" he asked with a small grin.
"Very," she panted.
"Good."
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